Moving through the battlefields
of men.They'd lost their way
again when darkness fell.The promised glory knelt
within a gory alleyway.Screaming at the feelings
that would never go away.Visions of the dead and
wounded flashedacross a screen of inner
scapes.

The velvet and the lace
were torn and tattered.She wondered why they
ever thought it mattered.Beings slayed while things
were held on high.Gold encrusted fantasies
that never reached the skies.Heavily, the gloom was
seeping deep into the mind.Hitler-ish, the seeds
of bioethics were enshrined.

Where was it that it all
had gone so wrong...?Twists and turns, the
labyrinthine depthsthat used to hold their
songs of love.Entering upon another
era full of power.Seconds, minutes, hours
built to nothingmore than endless grand
finales.

Welcome here, the death
that eases pain.Stand out in the pouring
rain and feelyourself alive. A rush
of wind, the flushof sin. They'd never lived
within the feelor essence of intent.
Complexity rewritingevery script of sweet
and simple days of love.

Could one alone escape
the greed of utter violence?Desire cast into the wrong
they'd done.Fun was not a memory.
It melted in the acidof the batteries of horror
stories told. Be bold,and know yourself as their
next target. Withholdand find your flesh invaded.
Stainless steel,so blessed within the
sickness of the cleanlinessstill blamed on deity.
Enter, the hypocrisyof war and chemotherapy.
The macro andthe micro mirrored there.

Moving through the battlefields
of men.They'd lost their way
again when darkness fell.The promised glory knelt
within a gory alleyway.Screaming at the feelings
that would never go away.Visions of the dead and
wounded flashedacross a screen of inner
scapes.